When winter snows upon thy golden hairs, And frost of age hath nipped thy flowers near; When dark shall seem thy day that never clears, And all lies withered that was held so dear: Then take this picture which I here present thee, Limned with a pencil not all unworthy; Here see the gifts that God and nature lent thee; Here read thyself, and what I suffered for thee. This may remain thy lasting monument, Which happily posterity may cherish; These colors with thy fading are not spent; These may remain when thou and I shall perish. If they remain, then thou shalt live thereby; They will remain, and so thou canst not die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LINCOLN HOME by ZELLA ACKERMAN VORTICIST POEM ON LOVE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PRAYER AFTER YOUTH by MAXWELL ANDERSON LEAVES A-VALLEN by WILLIAM BARNES FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: HUMAN LIFE - ITS VALUE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 23 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A SUPERSTITION REVISITED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A CHILD'S GRACE AT FLORENCE; A.A.E.C. by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |